Pagan's of the Black Forest.

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

My fists were balled on my hips as I watched the two pathetic lovers lock a defeated glance in silence. They both had lived to regret thier failures. That thought pleased my heart and the sight of them fueled my lust, I could feel it rising beneathe my ever tightening breeches.

With a pleased tyrant's grin I raised my arms and spread them out to clear the middle of the camp, power shooting unseen from my finger tips. As I took a long stride forward towards Aric's humched body I whipped a dagger from my belt and twirled it in the air. Sunlight blazed from its steel. Reaching him and standing close to him I lowered the blade before his eyes, "Slitting your throat would be far to easy a defeat for you would it not, Aric?" I asked with a roaring laugh. Whipping the blade back from his view, I slid its sharpness over the skin of his ass, slicing through his beeches' seams. Careful not to break his skin, just the sharpness carressing his skin and setting it afire.

Reaching in to tear his severed breeches from him and expose his virgin ass to the crowd. It was recieved like a Roman victory from the throng that clapped and shouted loudly at its display. Taking the dagger and throwing it hard to the earth, sinking in only inches from his bound hand, I laughed behind him, "Aric, now we are going to show your lover what a whore you really are." Without another word, I loosened the blet and drew my raging hardness from my own breeches. Letting it bob freely before Desmonia's eyes and the crowd that bellowed as I stepped closer to Aric's entrance.

Ten fingers sank deep into the flesh of his young hips, spreading his cheeks for my assault. Pressing my ram to his flinching gate, I threw my head back and roared as I drove myself deep into his burning ass. His entire body reacting with shock of a man stabbed, clenching and rebelling against my invasion in futile effort against his bonds. My thrusts drove him against the stump, the wood biting his loins. My hands pulling his hips back to meet my cock as I ripped through his bowels. The crowd cheered. Desmonia, tried to turn her head away; but was denied as one of my men wrenched her head back to watch. Aric's face flushed red with hatred and pain as his body expanded to my pummeling. His muscles rippled agaisnt his bonds. His channel rippled over my cock as I drove into him again and again. "Des...monia,...see....what...a...little bitch....your....hero...isss...." I yelled with every thrust, errupting on the last one as I threw my head back and bellowed my victory on the last word as I flooded Aric with my seed. His body twitching a bit more than it had before agaisnt the stump, unnoticed by my orgasmic glaze.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

She'd had no warning but the sudden stillness of the camp, the anticipation palpable in the savages' demeanor. Then a pain greater than any she'd experienced ripped through her. She knew instantly what had happened but her pain-racked mind could not comprehend. A scream wrenched out of her and she nearly passed out but was roused by a sickening cheer from the men gathered round in the camp.

She felt more pain as she realized she had struggled against her restraints, blood gathering at her wrists where she had abraded them against the bonds. She had lowered her head, gulping in great gasps of air in an effort to control her pain and panic when suddenly her head was yanked up by Theodoric. His victory was apparent in his wicked grin.

"Welcome to my stables bitch! Now, I have something to show you, to show you your helplessness knows no bounds...."

She stared at him in stunned silence, her vision clouded by pain. His voice commanded his men.

"Bring Aric! And stake him over the other stump."

Her heart lurched as The Most Blessed was hauled to the middle of the camp, his hands bound behind him. She watched in helplessness as he was forced to his knees over the stump.

"You shall see that all is now lost, your hero, is about to lose his right to be a penetrator little one. So consider what defeat of your goddess tastes like."

He suddenly loosed her hair and rose, his intent obvious as he loosed his breeches. She clawed at her restraints, oblivious to the injuries she was causing.

Her eyes locked with Aric's, the love passing between them. She gathered as much of the forces around her as her weakened state could muster and channeled them to him. It all but drained her of her remaining life forces.

She watched dully as Theodoric taunted Aric, drawing the blade across his clothing, ripping into his skin. The vile act sickened her further and her blood boiled as she watched her beloved violated in the same way she had been mere hours earlier.

Tears began falling freely from her face but she would not denounce her bond to her beloved by turning away. They would fight together and die together if need be but they would be together to the end.

Her blood again boiiled enflaming her courage to act. In her rage, she challenged Theodoric.

"Theodoric, why do you lower yourself to grunt like a pig? You are a COWARD!"

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Aric was in shock, the only thing he could do was shake, the pain was so emence. His hands opened and went flat palmed, then clasped tightly shut, fingernails biting into the palms of his hands, drawing blood. He clenched his jaw, letting his head drop down for a moment, then lifted his eyes, his pained, tortured eyes to meet Desmonia's. Even through all the pain and rage written on his face, something about his gaze told Desmonia of his love for her.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Theodoric

With a glance as cold as the north wind, I look from first Aric's rage flushed face, then to Desmonia's tearstreaked cheeks, I throw my head back in a roar of cruel laughter. "Put them in irons," I laugh with a dismissive wave to my pair of victims. Striding off towards my tent with a smile of satisfaction curling my lips, leaving my men to attend to Aric and Desmonia. Aric's struggling and Desmonia's defiant sobs drowned out by the sounds of laughter and chains as I slip into my tent.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Shaking with pain and rage, Aric was dragged away and shackled, and finally tossed into the tent he had been taken from. He crumpled to his side and slipped into a fetal position.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

Desmonia awoke in a tent, shivering from the cold. She had no idea how much time had passed but realized it had been long enough for her reserves to build back up.

She attempted to rise but the shackles had her restrained to the point she could barely roll from side to side.

She closed her eyes and said a prayer of strength to The Horned One and The Goddess. Then, drawing on the plant an animal life abundant in the surrounding forest, she worked free from the bindings that had held her.

Rising unsteadily to her feet, she crept to the tent's opening. She could hear murmuring and distant laughter as she peered out the opening.

She cast her mind out searching for her beloved. When she found him, she winced at his condition. She cautiously made her way around the perimeter of the camp to where he was being held.

His tent was unguarded, as hers had been, and she silently made her way in. She pulled the flap of the tent behind her waiting for her eyes to become used to the gloom.

 

[Guest]

Aric:

Aric was laying on his side, still curled into a fetal position, his back to the tent's entrance. His breath quavered with pain and anger.

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

Her vision adjusted to the dimness of the tent. She gasped involuntarily when she saw Aric's still form laying deep within the structure.

She approached him, softly calling his name. Bending down, she cradled him in her arms, her whispers turning to tears.

"Aric, I'm here. Oh, my love, take from me the healing I can give you. I give it all to you."

She freed his bonds with a concerted thought, then took him in her arms, healing flowing from her body to his. She murmured healing prayers filled with love, her hands caressing him gently, until she fell asleep, drained from the outpouring, once again close to collapse.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Aric rested in his lovers arms, taking in her healing energies, and once she slipped into the world of slumber, he took her into his own arms. Drawing her head against his chest he returned the tender embrace, letting her sleep, holding her close. Time passed, much like a dream, but then, Aric eased her down, placing her head upon a bundle of cloth he had gathered from the tent. He stood then, and looked down upon her, all the love he posessed showing through his eyes.

Lifting his gaze toward the tents flap, his expression darkened, he was the wolf again, and he knew where his prey would be, no more stalling, no more pain... It was time...

 

[LipstickKitten]

Desmonia

She lay in her lover's arms, warm, safe, protected, love enveloping them. She drew strength from Aric's love and rebuilt her reserves.

Then she was once again laying on the floor of the tent as Aric rose. She felt his loving gaze as he looked down on her, knowing what he had resolved to do. She lifted her arms up to him, begging him to stop, to run away with her, to rebuild their lives together away from the madman. Then he was gone as she cried out to him.

She awoke with a start, his name on her lips as she cried out. She blinked at her surroundings, the dingy walls of the tent staring back at her. Raising up, her panic built. It had been a dream, yet not a dream. The Gods had blessed her with a picture of what had happened after she had given healing to Aric.

She closed her eyes and cast her mind out in search of her beloved. She found him nearing Theodoric and knew he was seeking vengeance. Her despair filled her, wondering why the Gods had not blessed her with foresight so she would know if her unborn child would have his father by his side as he grew.

 

[Ravenloft]

Aric:

Stalking through the camp, staying as low, and as out of sight as he could, Aric was circling around toward Theodoric's tent. Once Theodoric was dead, Aric reasoned, there would be no more pain practiced upon himself, or his lover, or his lover's remaining family. He used that to justify the cold hot desire for murder burning within his breast.